“Anyone home?” Ted called out as he entered the house.
He tossed his new contract with Morrison on the table by the door. Sandy had asked Ted to look it over just as he was leaving Trace’s office. This agreement, unlike the first which was for just a year, was a long term contract. He’d passed his test. Trace wanted him permanently. Or until he got too old to attract johns.
Ted wished now he hadn’t done his job so well. He’d started to sign while still at the office, but for some reason held off. He still had a couple of days. Signing for another year was one thing; signing his soul away long term was another. Maybe he’d talk to Trace about it. And if Trace wanted him that badly he’d negotiate for a shorter time. Ted didn’t know how long he could continue to sell himself and his soul.
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